Painful Memories
Friday, March 31, 2006 5:53:53 PM
I got pummeled during recess; I was probably seven years old. Just try to say I probably deserved it, flip that around and try to say a girl would have deserved that. I was a child getting beaten by other children and they were all girls.
I do like to say that all women are evil but I have to admit that after those little girls got tired of kicking the shit out of my and left me to suffocate in the deep mud, it was another girl that helped me up. I was glad for her help at the time but now that I think back to it happen, she was the only other person to see the incident- we were off to the side of the school; there was no one to help me. This girl didn’t try to stop the others, nor did run to a teacher. She just watched and decided to help me after the others had left me.
Recently in my Feminist class we discussed how violent boys are and how “being a man” should be redefined and "masculinity," eliminated for the physical and mental health of all. We went over the statistics of violence and how it is most always a man at fault. While I am not disputing the numbers, I want to call attention to a couple things, besides my personal experience.
How many men or boys do you think report when they have been assaulted by anyone? Now how less likely are they to say anything if they were assaulted by a female?
Okay, I’m going to admit something else to supplement my first story. That incident did harden me a bit. I knew what it was like to lose a fight, which was something I did not want to do again. In forth grade a fight broke out in the front of the school. It was basically me versus all the boys in my class. I don’t know why this happened, it wasn’t extremely hostile. I think was more like I was the biggest kid in the class and people wanted to see if they could take me down. I took on all fifteen to twenty kids and did pretty well. If someone would run up on my back I would throw them into the kids in front of me and if someone pretty small got close enough I could use them as a weapon and swing them into other kids. That was a fairly fun fight; stressful at the time but no one really got hurt and we were all friendly after it.
It was those little girls that were the violent, dangerous ones that could have killed me and because I had been socialized in a certain way I could not defend myself nor could I tell anyone what happened.













